Growing up, I have always thought differently.
The questions in my head always started with a “why”.
Why is it that certain things happen, in a certain way?
Why is it that we live in this thing called “life” in a certain play?
Why is it that I do not have to worry about cold, or no food on my plate?
Why is it that I do not have to worry about being poor, while others have to sleep outside and leave it up to their “fate”?.
Why have I been gifted with a perfect dad, while others have to deal with their absence and get sad.
Why do I have the perfect mother, or even the perfect brother, while others cannot even find a shoulder to cry on and have to suffer.
All of these thoughts have carved a place in my existence, which makes me wonder whether this is just a phase..
It must be right?
Because, otherwise this would not be a
fair fight
So then, when will my time come to suffer, and when will I be tested?
Will he make me suffer the same?
Or am I just wasting my youth by pondering over the things that cannot
change?